Curled petals in sync
I gave you a piece of blue
It sprouts from your hands
How does it work?
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Mountains use mirrors They push back soil like hair strands Rocks are their sole comb
By K L3 years ago in Poets
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Happy Poetry Month, you fragile flowers and overflowing, oversharing, lovesick, rageful poets~ Your amazing 4WORDS team has (at the very last minute, shh) put together some bangin’ poetic prompts for you all. Que bueno. You’re all welcome.
By 4wordsabout 20 hours ago in Poets
“I told you we were going too far off trail,” said Clark. “I thought Ammon said he could read a compass,” said Kit. “Guys, it’s easy, we just need to find a river or stream and follow it. Those things always lead to civilization,” Ammon said and pushed through thick patch of bushes.
By Amos Gladeabout 18 hours ago in Horror
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